The next day I didn't show up to Drama class, e-mailing Miss Dawson, telling her I was feeling sick. She answered me a couple of minutes later, telling me it was okay for me to miss one of her lectures, but that I also had to make sure to copy someone's notes in order to not fall behind in class. Haha. As if. I could have gone to none of her lectures and I'd still have an A.

The main reason I didn't go to Drama class, was because of Louis. With him being in the Theatre and Performance department, TP for short, and me being in the Creative Writing department, CW for short, the only class we had together was Drama. He had Drama because, well, it's obvious why, and I had that class because CW students got to write scripts for the TP students. We weren't exactly the nicest of people; we would often embarrass them just to put on a show for ourselves.

That's why there were two departments in one faculty building. That wasn't the case with others, as far as I knew. We were only here together because of Drama class, and saying that made Drama sound like it wasn't one of the most important subjects in our departments, when that's what it exactly is.

The ringing of the bell that could be heard all the way up to the dorms was what pulled me out of my thoughts. I took a deep breath and took in my surroundings, and the first thing that came to my mind was "What the fuck?". I'd actually managed to stare outside the window during the entire 45 minutes, thinking about departments and Louis.

As I was standing up, I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of his name. After what happened yesterday, I avoided TP students the entire day, some of them even being my close friends, in fear I'd see him again. I wasn't ready to face him again, and I don't think I ever will be.

I sighed, and noticed that I had subconsciously packed my books for my next class. I put my small backpack onto my back, and checked the time. Upon doing that, I frowned the hardest I had all day; it was 1:45pm, meaning we had a one hour lunch break.

I sighed again and flopped onto my bed, pulling my backpack off my back unwillingly, and walked out of the dorm I shared with my best friend Caitlyn, in order to find her. I went outside to an already crowded yard, and tilted my head down. I didn't want to be recognized by anyone; especially not him.

Speaking of the Devil, I noticed him a few feet away from me and as I was about to walk away as quickly as I could, I couldn't help but see changes in the way he acted; there were girls around him, of course, but he didn't seem to notice any of them. His friends were obviously cracking jokes and everyone was laughing; everyone but him. He just kept his plastic cup close to his face, with a forced smile on it. I knew that look; I had seen it on myself many times. It's the look where you just want to be left alone with your thoughts. Is it possible that Louis is feeling like that? Could it be because of what happened yesterday?

Was he upset because of me?

Before I could ask anymore questions or answer the ones I'd already asked myself, I heard someone calling my name. I turned to my right and, sure enough, Caitlyn was walking toward me with a smile on her face.

"Hey! You feeling better?" she asked as she hugged me.

"Yeah," I said awkwardly. I'd told her that I was feeling sick, too. I just wasn't capable of telling her what had exactly happened and why I could never be excited about going to Drama class again.

"Good! Come on, some food will make you feel even better," she said and dragged me past Louis. Luckily he hadn't seen us, and just as I was sighing in relief, I heard another person shout my name.

"Aye, Lori, Cait! Get over here guys!" a guy with a thick Scottish accent shouted from behind us. I smiled and turned around, knowing it was Eli, one of my close friends from TP.

Although, as soon as I turned around, I realized something. Eli being from TP and being close behind us, meant only one thing.

Louis was with him.

One millisecond later, Louis and I were looking at each other with mixed emotions in our eyes. His showed sympathy, worry and sorrow. Mine probably showed fear and coldness.

I definitely didn't want to be near him, and just as I was about to shout back that Caitlyn and I were good on our own, I felt her pulling me toward them.

I frowned. "What are you doing?"

She gave me a weird look. "He's our good friend, did you forget that?" she was now frowning at me. Cutting me off, Caitlyn added, "He also said there's free Coke for everybody. Did you not hear him?" her grin turned into a frown. I just shook my head to clear my mind.

"Yeah, uh... I guess I'm not feeling exactly well," I lied. Caitlyn went "ohhh" and nodded a couple of hundred times. I inhaled, glad that my lie worked, and if I hadn't looked up from her, I would have bumped into a body. Not just any body either.

Louis Tomlinson's body.

I literally tip-toed in order to keep myself from walking into him. Luckily I didn't, and when I regained some balance, I looked up at him and noticed the same look in his eyes, only this time it was a softer looking one; probably because his friends and now Caitlyn and I were there, so he didn't want to look suspicious.

I cleared my throat, not wanting to look suspicious as well. "Hey," I shortly greeted him with a forced smile on my face. Louis blinked and looked down after almost whispering back, "Hey."

I diverted my eyes from him and started chatting with Eli and Cait, along with some other students I hadn't met before, but knew from the hallways. Soon Louis joined our conversation, seemingly in a better mood than he was a few minutes ago when Caitlyn and I weren't with them.

Thirty minutes later none of us could believe half of the lunch break had gone by. Upon noticing this, Eli said he had to study for some TP subject I'd forgotten the name of as soon as he said it, and quickly left us. Within a minute, his other friends also left us, and now it was just me, Cait, and Louis. Why wasn't he making an excuse to go somewhere?!

"Hey, um, Cait? You wanna go get something to eat?" I said, trying to, once again, leave Louis' presence. He could obviously sense that, because he looked at his cup again and started slowly turning around. At last, I thought.

"Uh, sure. Lou, you wanna join us?" Caitlyn said, diverting her eyes from me to Louis, who was now completely facing her, due to him turning around. I could feel my heart drop to my stomach. Damn you, Caitlyn. Damn you.

Louis was looking at her a little taken aback for a second, but soon he was grinning from ear to ear. "Why of course, m' ladies," he said cheekily.

I turned around so they couldn't see me, and rolled my eyes. Here we go again. Don't skip Drama next time, I thought.

Caitlyn and Louis soon caught up with me, and I felt like the entire time Louis was trying to walk as close to me as possible. I wasn't liking it one bit.

About 10 minutes later, Caitlyn spoke after a short silence. "Uh, guys, I'll be going back to our dorm, the sun is kind of making my head spin. You stay here! I'll see you in class. Bye love!" she said, cutting me off when I wanted to protest, and leaving me with Louis. I watched her clumsily walk to the building where the dorms were, before slowly turning to Louis.

"I guess I'll be going too," I said without looking at him, and turned around again, this time fairly quicker.

"Lorena, wait," Louis sighed loudly, grabbing my wrist before I could make a single step.

My breathing hitched at his rough touch, my heart instantly started beating faster and images of the little event Louis and I were a part of yesterday invaded my mind. I turned around and slowly made eye contact with him, seeing as he was already staring at me.

"Listen, I..." he started, but then breathed out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "I don't even know how to start apologizing for yesterday. I doubt that you're going to believe anything I'll say. I know I wouldn't," he paused for a second, looking at the ground, before looking back at me.

"But I want you to know that I am deeply, honestly, with every fiber in my body sorry for what I did. I don't know what had gotten into me, I really don't. I've never done something like that before, and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, okay? I promise you, it will never happen again."

Louis looked down at me, waiting for some kind of a reaction, but he didn't get one; I couldn't bring myself to speak. I didn't even know what to say. Do I forgive him? My brain was shouting no at me. But still, there was this small part of me that was disagreeing with my brain. Surely, it was my heart.

I noticed Louis drop his head at my lack of reactions, and that's what snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I understand if you don't want to do anything with me," he said quietly and slowly turned around, beginning to leave.

I sighed. "Goddammit," I muttered before going after Louis.

"Louis?" I said loud enough for him to hear. He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned around, like his name coming from my mouth was what he was waiting for.

"Yeah?" he wasn't smiling, but his eyes were exploding with hope. I stood in front of him and took a semi-deep breath.

"I, uh," I gulped before continuing. "I... I believe you," was all I said.

Louis stared at me for a moment before inhaling deeply. "You do?" he asked with the most hopeful tone in his voice I'd ever heard. It made a smile tug at my lips.

"Yeah, I... I actually do," I said, looking at the ground. I felt a finger come under my chin and it scared me for a moment, and then for another moment when it pulled my head up so I was face to face with Louis, who looked like doctors had told him he'd beaten cancer for the fifth time.

Him letting out a brief chuckle almost made me smile; he was actually really cute. Yes, I admit it, but that was a fact. I'd always subconsciously thought that Louis' cute, I just wouldn't admit it to myself. And now that I did, I wasn't sure if it was making me feel good or bad.

"Thank you," he almost whispered, grinning as wide as ever. "I really appreciate it," he was still grinning. I couldn't help it; I just had to smile at the sight of him smiling so wide with gratefulness.

Although, I almost got a heart attack when he pulled me into a hug. I was startled and it caused me to push him away, already shaking. I may have forgiven him, but I sure as fuck didn't forget what he had done.

Louis looked at me confused, but soon looked at the ground. I could sense that he had forgotten that him and I weren't close, that I weren't one of his biggest enemies.

"Sorry," I heard him whisper faintly. I nodded insensibly, and there it was; the awkwardness again. The truth was, I didn't like having enemies. I didn't like that him and I weren't good with each other, even though he hadn't done anything to me. I wanted him not to be my enemy; maybe not exactly my friend, but we could at least bury our guns.

For some reason though, I couldn't bring myself to do that; I couldn't be the first one to ask him to call a truce. I didn't do anything after all. He's the one who's tortured me through freshman year, and until now in sophomore year. I wanted him to make that move.

I noticed he was just about to say something, when the bell rang, and Louis closed his mouth. He looked at his feet for a while before looking up at me. I was in no rush.

"Do you have class?" he asked me, a little dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I've got-" I started, but then realized that I don't. "No, wait, I don't. The part of my class that chose French has class," I said and Louis nodded and smiled.

"So you chose German?" he said, smiling wider now. What was so interesting about that?

I slowly nodded and he just kept grinning. "I'm in German too."

A look of realization washed over my face as a small smile tugged at my lips. I hated French. I didn't really like German either, but it was still better than French.

"And... I now have German, so..." he trailed off and I realized that he had to go. I didn't know if I was feeling relieved or disappointed about that.

"You can go," I finally smiled, well actually smirked, and Louis smiled back. He started walking backwards, still smiling.

"I wouldn't if I didn't have to," he smiled cheekily and I looked down. Was I flattered? Was I blushing? I never did either of those things.

"Oh, and also," Louis stopped, and walked back toward me. My stomach turned; what was he going to do?

"Dawson had this thing that she calls an 'interesting idea'," he said with a small smile. "And she decided she would make a play for the end of school. Only, CW students will be involved too," he said, and I could sense a bit of nervousness coming from him. Why though? Miss Dawson always did plays for the end of year, and CW students were always involved.

"And that's interesting to her because..." I trailed off, waiting for Louis to continue.

"Well..." he seemed to be having trouble finding the right words. "She will be writing the plays, and all of us will be acting."

I stared at him for a few seconds. I had understood him, I just wasn't believing him.

"A-All of us? Even the CW students?" I left my mouth hanging open.

"Well, yeah. She actually wrote all of our scripts. She said she's been planning this since the beginning of the year," Louis said uneasily and took his backpack off and started rummaging through it. A few seconds later he was standing up straight with a thin collection of stamped A4 papers.

"This is for you," he said, handing me the papers. I took them, and from looking at it I knew it was going to be a comedy romance. For God's fucking sake.

"What, what is this play about?" I asked. Louis cleared his throat.

"Um, basically about a guy who's in love with a German girl but doesn't know German, and he asks for help from his friends. A lot of shit happens in between, but in the end they end up together," he said. By now we had both forgotten about his German class.

"And what's my role here, if you know?" I asked. He let out an "um" and then smiled.

"You are, actually you and I are the top German students, and we help this guy. And since we both think we're better than each other, we get into a lot of arguments and shit, and I think it'll be fun," he grinned at me. I breathed out a smile; it did sound fun.

"Okay, I have to go now. See you later love," Louis winked at me before starting to run. I shouted a "bye" in his direction, and he waved at me without turning around in reply.

Seeing as I didn't have class now and it was warm outside, I decided to spend one of the double classes of French in the yard. I sat on a bench and looked at the cover of the papers.

Just then, I noticed a small handwritten text in the corner. I looked better, and it said;

Check out page 34 ;) -Lou

My heart beat sped up; this couldn't be good. Not coming from a message from Louis that has a winking smiley at the end of it.

I quickly turned to page 34, and half of the page was a dialogue between a guy named Evan and a girl named Kylie. I noticed their texts were in German, I guessed they were the lead roles.

Then I looked at the other half of the page, there was another dialogue, between Lorena and- Louis. My heart started beating faster again; please Miss Dawson, have mercy, I thought.

Louis: (looking at Evan and Kylie) Well that went well, don't you think?
Lorena: (same as Louis) Yeah. Even though you weren't of much help.
Louis: (now looking at Lorena, shocked) Me? I wasn't of help? What about you? All you were doing the entire time was bragging!
Lorena: (now looking at Louis) Well at least I wasn't lying about knowing German, thank you very much!
Louis: What are you saying, that all the A's I'd gotten in German in the past two years mean nothing?
Lorena: (laughing) You're a butt-kisser, Tommo, we all know you're not that deserving of those A's.
Louis: (staring at Lorena in disbelief, then smirking) Wanna try me?
Lorena: (frowning) Try you?
Louis: (shrugging) Yeah, try me.
Lorena: (standing up straighter) Okay. Say something. Make in lengthy.
Louis: (clearing his throat) Du bist das schönste Mädchen, das ich je gesehen habe und ich würde dich wirklich gerne küssen.

My breath hitched when I read Louis' lines in German. It said, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I would really like to kiss you". What the actual fuck?!

Lorena: (staring at Louis for a few seconds, then smiling) Das kannst du.
Louis: (grinning wider) Wirklich?
Lorena: (grinning as well) Ja.
Louis: (still smiling, puts his hands on Lorena's face and kisses her)
END OF SCENE

Okay, so, basically, I tell him he can kiss me and he does.

The papers literally fell from my hands. So I was supposed to kiss Louis at the end of the year? In front of the whole school? Not to mention, we are probably going to have to rehearse this, which meant that I'd have to kiss him more than once. Then the thought of school ending in three months crossed my mind, and I felt my stomach turn again.

These were going to be some fun three months before the end, for sure.